Page 41 of The Forbidden Trio

“You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever known,” he whispered into her hair as desire shimmered through her system. “Do you see what you do to me? Your body. Your eyes. Your hair. The way we fit. It’s just… right.” He slipped his hand between her thighs and pressed a finger inside her slick heat.

“Mmm…” She arched into his hand, need spiraling once more.

He held her closer, his hard cock pressing between her thighs, and she automatically angled to let him in. “Oh, yeah. Your body likes me, baby girl. Always has. There wasn’t a time we were together that you didn’t get wet for me in an instant, and I love that about you.”

He slid his cock against her swollen, aching pussy lips—aching because she needed him again so badly. “You feel so good, babe,” she said, the old nickname escaping unheeded.

“Mmm, so do you, Janie girl. I love looking at you, laid out on the bed. I want to tie you up the way I used to, in your pretty silk scarves. Do you remember how much you loved that, baby?”

The idea caused a wave of need and a wave of panic to flood her in equal measures. That kind of trust simply wasn’t there yet.

“Cole, no. I… I can’t.”

He was quiet for several long moments, then he leaned over her shoulder and brushed a kiss across her cheek. “Okay, baby. Whatever you want. Just know how much I want you.Feelhow much I want you.”

He arched his hips, and his cock pressed against her opening, making her moan, the panic dissolving in the pure heat of their bodies together.

“Ah, that’s so good. I need you, Cole. Come on.”

“That’s good, baby. Because I need to fuck you again, my beautiful girl. Get another condom.”

She grabbed a packet from the open nightstand drawer and started to open it, but he took it from her and she heard the foil tear. She laid her head down on the pillow and waited.

In a moment, he had a hand under her inner thigh, lifting her leg, spreading her for him, his solid body like a wall of muscle behind her. She felt his cock against her opening. She waited.

“Breathe with me, Janie,” he said, and she knew exactly what he meant.

She took in a breath, listening for the rhythm of his breathing and matching hers to his as she exhaled. They did it again, then a few more times, sinking into their breathing, into each other.

“Now,” he told her.

She arched back, and he slid home, his big cock opening her up, filling her completely.

“Oh…”

They moved together, breathed together as one—sinuously twining flesh, his hands on her breasts, then teasing her hard clit before sliding up to tug at her nipples. She reached behind her to grasp his hard, muscular thigh, her fingers digging in when he thrust deeper. But still they moved slowly, every motion a sort of meditation, creating connection as they always had. The world faded until it was just the two of them writhing on the bed, the silver moonlight shining through the sheer curtains, and the scents of come and lemon blossoms in the air.

“Come on, baby. I’m taking you to the edge now.”

He pressed onto her clit, rubbing it, tugging, pinching a little, and pleasure rose, inexorably taking her to that ragged, needy edge.

“Ah, Cole!”

“Now, baby?”

“Yes. Now.”

“Wait there for me.”

“Yes,” she gasped, understanding that she could never be with him without something in her giving herself over.

He thrust, his cock going so hard and deep she swore she felt him against her womb. He was big enough to hurt her, but she welcomed it, wanted it. She arched her back to take him deeper. And still he played with her clit, keeping her hovering at the edge of climax.

“Hold on, Janie girl,” he told her through clenched teeth. “Wait for me, baby.” He slammed his hips into her, making her cry out in pain and inexorable pleasure.

“Wait,” he said again, his voice pure gravel. “Wait, love…”

He plunged into her, over and over, his hand on her clit and his thick, stabbing cock sending small shocks through her, tiny orgasms that weren’t quite orgasms. But oh, she needed to come.

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